The Blithedale Romance by Nathaniel Hawthorne Chapter 22 Page 28

radiance around those who grasp it? Yet let Zenobia take heed! Priscilla shall have no wrong!” But, while the man of show thus meditated, — that very evening, so far as I can adjust the dates of these strange incidents, — Priscilla poor, pallid flower! — was either snatched from Zenobia’s hand, or flung wilfully away!